Seduced Me into a Deep Fall - Chapter 23.2

Still, she spent several more minutes watching the barrage of comments in the livestream.

Then she stared thoughtfully at the words the host had written.

Only when she saw the host put down the brush, stopping both drawing and writing, did Song Yi take out her treasured item locked in the safe.

The [Special Period Mutual Assistance Agreement] signed by Ling Xi.

There was about sixty percent resemblance. This degree of similarity wasn’t enough for Song Yi to make a definitive judgment, but it was sufficient to cast a certain filter over those drawings.

If it was Ling Xi who had been drawing her.

Song Yi’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her ears suddenly grew warm.

Had she been drawing her for over a week?

Could it be that Ling Xi also had feelings for her?

But Song Yi couldn’t be sure.

After some thought, she decided to go find Ling Xi. One look would tell her the truth.

With this in mind, Song Yi picked up a file and went to knock on Ling Xi’s door.

As she lowered her head, she noticed the livestream had ended two minutes ago.

…What a shame.

She wouldn’t know tonight whether that host was Ling Xi.

While waiting for Ling Xi to open the door, Song Yi took out her phone and sent Shi Xinyu a message.

[You can sign her.] If it really was Ling Xi, Song Yi would be happy to help her find proper employment.

Wasn’t Shi Xinyu asking her opinion precisely because she thought the host drawing her every day was creepy and questionable?

Now Song Yi was giving her an answer to put her mind at ease about hiring.

Just as she sent the message, Ling Xi opened the door.

“Your face is so red. Is your room too warm?” Song Yi asked with concern, noticing her flushed cheeks.

Ling Xi shook her head.

Now whenever she saw Song Yi, she thought of the comments in the livestream.

—Girlfriend.

This wasn’t her girlfriend, but her future sugar mommy.

And that title was even more embarrassing to Ling Xi than “girlfriend.”

Especially when Song Yi was looking at her with such a serious expression.

How could she be thinking such improper thoughts when someone was genuinely concerned about her?

“Do you know how to turn on the AC?” Without waiting for a response, Song Yi tugged at Ling Xi’s sleeve and led her into the room.

Ling Xi silently watched as Song Yi rummaged through the cabinet for what felt like ages before finally retrieving the remote.

She pressed the remote into Ling Xi’s hand and began instructing her. “This button turns it on, and this one changes the mode.”

Was it really necessary to stand so close just to teach someone how to operate an AC?

Before Ling Xi could react, Song Yi was already pressed against her shoulder.

Her entire back softened at the contact. Song Yi’s breath brushed against Ling Xi’s ear, sending tingles of warmth through her.

The sensation made Ling Xi tense up, yet her legs grew weak from the proximity.

Song Yi rarely wore perfume, carrying only a faint, clean scent, a mix of sandalwood beads and shampoo.

Yet somehow, Ling Xi swore she caught a whiff of that bergamot sweetness again.

She shouldn’t be able to detect Song Yi’s pheromones.

Not with Song Yi being an S-rank, and herself barely scraping by with her pitiful classification.

Why did Song Yi’s scent flood her senses the moment they drew near?

“Are you even listening?” Mid-explanation, Song Yi noticed Ling Xi’s distraction and deliberately exhaled against her ear.

Ling Xi jerked her head up. “Sorry, I spaced out.”

“Tired?”

“N-no.” Ling Xi grasped Song Yi’s hand. “Could you go over it again? Please.”

“Sure.” If not fatigue, then she must be flustered from the closeness—thinking thoughts she shouldn’t.

Song Yi mused that her own erratic and frequent heats might warrant another session soon.

After three painstaking repetitions, Ling Xi finally feigned comprehension, snatching back the remote to escape Song Yi’s orbit.

Unfazed by her flustered retreat, Song Yi settled onto the sofa. “The contract’s ready.” She crooked a finger at Ling Xi.

Obediently, Ling Xi took a seat beside her.

“Review it and sign. Remember to give me your mother’s room number. I’ll handle the fees tomorrow.” Song Yi itched to rest her hand atop Ling Xi’s head.

Ling Xi leaned in to examine the document, her morning hairstyle now adorably disheveled, the fluffy crown begging to be touched.

Noticing Ling Xi made no move to take the papers, Song Yi subtly tugged them backward.

Ling Xi inched closer.

Eyes narrowing, Song Yi drew the contract further away.

Ling Xi shifted another step toward her.

Was this cluelessness or calculated?

Either way, Song Yi couldn’t suppress her smirk. She yanked the papers aside entirely.

Sending Ling Xi tumbling into her lap, face planting against her clothes and knees.

Before embarrassment could bloom, Ling Xi felt the contract tap her head.

“Good girl.” Through the stack of papers, Song Yi finally indulged in petting those coveted locks.

Only then did Ling Xi realize she’d been played.

Surprisingly, she didn’t dislike it in fact, she craved a repeat.

Next time, she’d position herself to land perfectly in Song Yi’s embrace.

The thought shocked Ling Xi into scrambling backward.

This was her future sugar mommy! How could she entertain such scheming ideas?!

“Retreating? Blushing?” Song Yi savored teasing her at leisure.

She produced a pen and offered the contract. “Enough fun read it properly now.”

Ling Xi was left speechless by Song Yi’s teasing.

She simply stopped responding and pulled the agreement over.

Ling Xi read through it in silence. The contents were more or less the same as what Song Yi had verbally promised her that day.

It was a fair exchange nothing unreasonable.

Ling Xi signed her name.

Song Yi sat beside her, observing the way she held the pen, her writing habits, mentally calculating the likelihood that she was the artist behind the livestream.

Once this suspicion took root, “evidence” began surfacing everywhere.

First, Ling Xi rarely went out, yet she had somehow secured next month’s medical expenses for her mother.

Second, the fact that she could work herself into exhaustion at home suggested her side hustle was undoubtedly internet-related.

Ling Xi handed the signed agreement back to Song Yi, who closed her eyes, dismissing the flood of scattered thoughts.

“My mother is in Room 1207. I’ll leave the rest to you.” Ling Xi paused, the earlier irritation from being teased already fading.

“Not coming with me?” Song Yi flipped through the agreement, glancing at Ling Xi.

“If you’re free, we could visit your mother together.” Song Yi nearly slipped and said “our mother.”

“Yeah, sure. Tomorrow? Will it interfere with your work?”

“Not at all. We’ll just go early.” Song Yi chuckled. “I won’t bother you any longer, get some rest.”

“You too. Don’t stay up too late.” Ling Xi even stood to see her out.

There was a faint reluctance in the gesture.

Why hadn’t Song Yi been drinking lately?

The moment this thought surfaced, Ling Xi grew increasingly aware of her own oddity.

She returned to her desk, no longer in the mood to livestream, erasing the notes she’d jotted down while chatting with fans and idly sketching Song Yi instead.

The curve of Song Yi’s brows, the proportions of her features, her figure.

The more Ling Xi drew, the more relaxed she became until she realized something.

She knew Song Yi far better than she’d ever imagined.

When it came to the background, Ling Xi instinctively drafted a scene of summer greenery.

Once sketched, it looked oddly familiar.

Why did that guarded expression beneath the sweltering shade feel so recognizable?

As if she had seen those eyes day after day in the past.

Touching them, witnessing their shift from beast-like wariness to the wholehearted trust of a puppy.

Ling Xi pressed her temples and erased the background.

Had she met Song Yi somewhere before?

But if she had, how could she forget a woman with such presence?

At the very least, that sharp, icy gaze should have been unforgettable.

And Song Yi didn’t seem to recognize her either.

Maybe, they had met in a dream.

Even after their interactions and witnessing Song Yi’s drunken antics a few times, Ling Xi still found herself defenseless against this version of her.

Nothing like the woman who had come to her for a signature just two hours earlier.

Her voice and demeanor were leagues more alluring, her body pliant as if boneless, even her expression entirely different.

The sharpness of her phoenix eyes had melted into spring water, not a trace of aggression left more like a fox’s gaze, the upturned corners brimming with affection.

“Hmm? Why so quiet? Already tired of me after just a few days of marriage? How fickle. Go on, tell me which little girl caught your eye? I promise I won’t make trouble for her.”

The last part was gritted through clenched teeth, as if she were ready to tear the hypothetical rival limb from limb.

“There’s no one else.” Ling Xi had mostly figured it out. Today, Song Yi’s roleplay had cast her as a spouse.

Judging by the tone, she’d even been upgraded from girlfriend to wife.

“What can I do if you run off on your own?” Ling Xi reached out and grabbed Song Yi’s restless hand.

“I haven’t even scolded you for being naughty yet.” This time, Ling Xi got into character very quickly.

By the fourth time, she should have been familiar with Song Yi’s style.

Rather than going against her and trying to sober her up, it was better to play along and indulge her for a while.

She didn’t need to know what rank Ling Xi was.

Or rather, no matter what rank Ling Xi was, no matter what abilities she possessed, she would love her all the same.

After forgiving Ling Xi for forgetting.

All she knew was that during their shared heat and rut, the pheromones she had sensed were definitely not the “B-grade inferior” Yun Fengzhi had described.

Snowmelt spring water, tender tea leaves after rain. Such a unique scent, such an overwhelming sensation, how could it possibly be only B-grade?

“Genetic mutations are quite common, especially since pheromone inheritance is unstable. It’s not unusual for this to happen.”

“It defies logic. You have to understand, B-grade inferior is just a hair’s breadth from a genetic defect. But I don’t have a theory to explain it either.”

Yun Fengzhi had said all she needed to say, finished her wheat-based drink, and hung up the call before sending the research materials to Song Yi.

Yet by the next day, Yun Fengzhi still hadn’t seen Song Yi accept the files.

Well, kindness wasted. Grumbling under her breath, Yun Fengzhi dragged herself out of bed and headed to work.

Meanwhile, after hearing Yun Fengzhi’s words, Song Yi leaned back in her ergonomic chair in silence.

Another sleepless night awaited her.

She couldn’t help but reflect on her own lack of ethics, so she logged into a forum, deleting and rewriting until her night-shift subordinate finally sent over the documents she needed. Only then did she finally post her message.

Once Song Yi tired herself out and fell asleep, her task would be over.

“Really, darling? I don’t remember that at all.” Song Yi tilted her head, meeting Ling Xi’s exasperated gaze before pressing close like an affectionate little animal.

“Darling, you smell so good.” She nuzzled against Ling Xi’s neck, practically wagging like an overeager puppy, her earlier grievance about being locked out forgotten in an instant. All she cared about now was clinging to Ling Xi, kissing her, drawn irresistibly to those slightly parted lips.

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